Charlotte smells JUST like maple syrup and brown sugar.
To the T.
Spot on.
All day, every day.
I'm convinced it's because she is so loving and sweet that sugar just naturally flows through her veins.
But for real, you guys. They smell exactly the same. If I had a chance to rename her, it DEFINITELY would have been Maple.
On February 4th, I created a folder on my desktop and titled it "Blog-Feb." --- I had every single intention of writing that night and here I am, finding myself on February 29th without blogging AT ALL this entire freaking month!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!! AND! It's LEAP YEAR at 10pm. So had there not been an extra day this month, I WOULDN'T HAVE BLOGGED AT ALL. Siiiiiiiiiggggggggggh
The night before Valentine's Day, Matt planned a super romantic evening. Poker night. With his friends.
Two or 3 (or 4 or 5) glasses in.......... The pups were asleep, so I texted the below to my friend asking her to join me.
She couldn't. It was too late. At 8pm. HA!
But FEAR NOT my friends. I went downstairs and joined the guys. We drank some more. Took some shots. And I woke up the next morning looking like this.
Notice the four empty bottles of liquor, the broken glass -- Oh, and the fruit roll ups in the back. :)
And in a desperate plea to stop feeling like 50 shades of shit, I drove to McDonalds to buy a {romantic} breakfast for Matt's and my Valentine's Day. Mind you, WE HAVEN'T EATEN AT MCDONALDS OR ANY FAST FOOD RESTAURANT IN OVER THREE YEARS!
Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. YUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK! We felt even worse afterwards (by the way).
We spent the rest of our day in bed.
Two days later, Matt and I took a vacation day and celebrated our 3rd year anniversary. A stroll down memory lane:
Well, celebrating our anniversary was the PLAN. What REALLY happened is we both got a terrible cold/flu and felt awful all day long. We did make it to breakfast (again) though. This time, at Ray's family restaurant. A hot spot in little town Edgerton. We've lived here for a year and a half and I had never been. Retired people (Matt's grandma) go every morning!!!!
I rocked my annual Mrs. Fennel shirt.
For our anniversary, we didn't exchange gifts because we're buying ourselves a FENCE!!!!!! But we did plan two fun dates that just so happen to take place this week. On Thursday, we will be going to the theater to see Champions (the documentary on Michael Vick's dogs) which is a super cool fundraiser the rescue put together - and on Saturday, we are going to Madison On Tap. A craft beer fest. Don't worry guys, I got the "Designated Driver" ticket. Mostly because I hate beer. No matter how hard I try not to.
HALLEJUAH! The weather is finally, slowly but surely, warming up. I type this as I look out the window checking to see if its started snowing yet. Today, it was 49 degrees outside. BEAUTIFUL! And we're supposed to get 6-8 inches tonight?!?!?!?! What. the. fuck.
After the original snow melted, Matt picked up FIVE BAGS of dog poop. FIVE!!!!!
I don't think I have ever been so excited for Spring to get here. 1) Because of the FENCE!!!! Ahhhh!
We are SO SICK of this.
And Wally would LIVE outside if he could. Which he can't. Fence or not.
Baby boy NEEEEEDS to RUN.
I can't wait to make this for the pups so we can play with it in the yard!!!
A FLIRT POLE!!!!!!!!
(Have a super high energy pup? Watch the video by clicking here to see how awesome this is!!)
Right now, we get out our "crazies" by playing fetch in the basement.
Oh and the second reason {I'm excited for Spring} is because of the FENCE!!!!!!!
But for real!!! The fence will prevent the pups from going in the front yard, which means I GET TO PLANT FLOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I am so so so so so so obsessed with the thought of flower beds, planting perennials, having an herb garden, and EEEEPPP!
Pansies, poppies, daisies, roses, daffodils, tulips, sunflowers, hibiscuses, liles, irises and HERBS!!!!!!!
Sunflowers behind the fence:
And climbing roses along the fence:
I've drawn up a chart and documented everything like where I plan to plant the flowers, where I'm going to buy them, when I'm going to buy them, when I'm going to plant them, how to care for them.....
And shopped and researched and shopped some more!
For Easter, I already told Matt that I want gardening tools. Obvi, I got a head start.
Our bathroom smells like a health food store mixed with patchouli.
Hippie Jaclyn thought it'd be a genius idea to try out cinnamon essential oil after reading the several health benefits of it. BUT instead of reading HOW to use the essential oil, I just "took a stab at it" and guessed. So while getting ready for work, I applied the oil with my other daily oils (lavender, frankincense, eucalyptus, rosemary, peppermint, patchouli, and so on....) And within MINUTES, my skin was burning.
Let me just stop right here and add in that I practically BATHE in this shit. I put it on my: temples. forehead, behind the ears, in front of the neck, behind the neck, chest, all the way down my spine, on my stomach, my wrists, and the bottom of the feet.
So practically EVERY inch of my fucking body was ON FIRE.
I WAS DYING!!!!!!! After a quick Google search, I practically poured olive oil all over my entire body (making myself looking a burnt body builder) with oily red skin - and THANK GOD-- the pain quickly went away.
I recently visited my favorite bookstore.
Clearly, I'm a dummy. But really, my Aromatherapy for dummies is getting shipped and should be here any day.
***** I have eleventy billion more things to update you on. I PROMISE I will write again THIS WEEK. And in March, I will break the record for the most blogs posted in a month (for 2016).
Meaning: I will write more than once a month.
But Hey. At least our taxes are FINALLY done. Praise the Lord!
